Tasting the sweetness in the midst of unpleasant flow,
I take in the cure to my sadness row.
Smelling nothing important from this crucial drink,
I drift into the mind of a guy on the brink.
Push me oh Lord, so that I fall
Away from this moment and from things I recall,
And into the depths of the ocean in my mind,
Where there is nothing else for me to find.
Deliver me into your bosom
And let it hit me, the winds of freedom.
Halfway to full is the potion that kills me,
Yet it calms like the shade of a tree.
Have reached where I can feel the arms of the sun,
But I shun it and away from it I run.
So help me father, you are my roots,
Even if a tree grows rotten fruit
Given time, nourishment and light looking overhead.
The seed from it blooms and to someone it provides gracious spread.
Be a part of me, you the big tree and I the shade from it.
For the path is already seen and the fire is lit.
The fire is burning out in the glass near,
To be left thirsty for love and care I fear.
Fuel the burning fire, mother, spreading happiness so vast,
Which since my knowing never fades, forever it lasts.
Your warm heart boils the passion in me to move on,
And figure out ways when all routes seem gone.
The taste seems to fade so I pour more,
My mind may be empty but my bottle is full, as before.
To replenish what is gone and to fill what is empty.
Sisters, be there for me, as you all were for eternity.
Tell me when I am wrong and praise me when I am right.
The rivers that run through the valley in sight,
Carving big and stubborn rocks in time.
For lemonade is refreshing only when you add sugar and lime.
Now the bottle and the glass seems to drain,
Ending fear, sorrow and the deepest pain.
But feel that I am falling with no ends,
That’s when you all come in my dear friends.
After all a firm body needs a spine,
So dear friends a toast of the very best wine.
The glass is empty, so is the bottle so fine,
My heart is not for I know a woman, she’s truly mine.
Walking beside me on a thorny path bringing joy and a lot of smiles,
Always with me even if there are things called hundred of miles.
The ticking clock made a grape into something this divine,
So I willingly will be a thorny, twisting vine.
This part may be over as only the cork remains,
But this moment was not in vain.
For my mind is set, my heart filled and my goals clear,
I move towards future neither with remorse nor fear.
Faith and family with me, friends beside and love all the way,
So come hardship, I’ll face you any given day.
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